Forrest opened the door and held it until Elene stepped into his bedroom, with only the moonlight illuminating the space. He wished the circumstances were different but unfortunately, his mate was still angry with him. And rightfully so.
“I need to explain about eitr,” he began but she held up a hand to silence him.
“I’m too tired for any of this,” she admitted with a weary sigh. “I am taking the bed.”
Forrest watched as she crossed the room, her movements the most elegant he had ever witnessed. Was he crazy to dream of her? Even if he wasn’t full of deadly poison, he would never be a perfect match for her.
He longed to reach out, to offer comfort, but remained still. There was a chasm between them that words alone could not bridge.
Elene didn’t look back as she crawled into bed, tryi
